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{ gemma }:

Gemma was busy reorganizing the singing bowl room when the bell above the front door chimed, causing her to peek over her shoulder. She wasn’t exactly sure who’d graced her presence until she heard his familiar voice. She spun around, tucking her hands into the front pockets of her apron. “Barely noticed you were gone,” Gemma shrugged, though her smile remained soft.

“Come on, all those months away and you expect me to believe you barely noticed me not being around?” He smirked, obviously teasing her as his gaze dropped down to her smile. “No hug or anything, Gem? Finally back in town, come see you first and this is the thanks I get!” Ali chuckled and turned toward the door. “Alright, I guess I’ll be on my way.”

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{ clarissa }:

Clarissa was up early, thinking that she had a meeting to attend but what she woke up to was a message that it was cancelled. Not wanting to go back to sleep, she went on a jog instead and Nnow, she was walking towards the coffee shop to get some breakfast. She was about to open the door when, suddenly, the door was opened for her by a person who she did not take long to recognize. “I haven’t seen that handsome face around here in a while.” was what she greeted him with. “Thank you.”

“Well, I couldn’t stay away for too long, now could I?” He kept his signature smirk up as they both moved into the cafe. It’s not like he thought anyone would actually forget him, but still he was a little happy with her greeting. “Tell me, Clarissa. How have you been—Any plans to take of the world yet? If so, I need to plan to be on your side.”

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{ @clarissagrimhilde }

Ali was enjoying being back in town after months of stuffy businessmen and stiff suits. Sure, people probably knew he wasn’t a local considering he’d been gone for most of the year, but people knowing who he was certainly made him feel at home. He was approaching the coffee shop before starting his day when he noticed a somewhat familiar face. Picking up the pace, he opened the door for her and leaned against the edge of it as he said. “By all means, after you.”

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{ @gemmapenna }

This time around, the business trip lasted for weeks, which had Ali itching to get out of the suits and away from all the high-and-mighty business men that looked at him like he didn’t belong. Both he and his father knew the tourist months in Florida were approaching soon, so he flew back in time to get ready for the business men looking for real estate along the beach. But all thoughts of business were out of his mind as he approached Opal Moon and saw Gemma through the window. It didn’t take long after opening the door to approach her with his trademark smirk. “Did you miss me, darling?” Ali winked as he waited for a response, his elbows resting against the counter between them.

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{ gemma }‌:

“Well that was just buckets of fun,” Gemma slurred through a fit of giggles. “I think I might just have to try a new bar next weekend, too.” She paused, thinking. “Or maybe tomorrow. You know,” she wasn’t talking to anyone in particular at this point. Maybe she was talking to herself. “You know, the best way to cure a hangover is to keep drinking. Do you have plans tomorrow?” She looked up, this time definitely talking to someone.

Ali finished his whiskey as he watched her, setting the glass back on the counter, waiting until she faced him before he placed a hand on her hip, the alcohol spurring on his actions. “What do you want for breakfast,” he asked, a teasing tone lacing his voice. “My schedule suddenly cleared up.”

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{ richie }‌:

@ali-the-thief “Well, slap my ass and call me Susan, is that Joey I’m seeing with my own two eyes?” Richie said a bit too loudly, trying not to laugh as he approached the familiar guy. “No FaceTime friend quota to fill today?”

“Joey?” Ali’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he finally placed the guys face. “Chandler!” He laughed, his hand hitting his chest as he remembered the FaceTime chat with his mom. “No, my mom is off on some trip, so no friend quota is needed. I never did get your actual name, though.”

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{ gemma }‌:

Gemma curled her legs to her chest as she sat sandwhiched between Ali and the ferry window. The warm rain, common in their little piece of paradise, caused the windows to fog, but not enough to keep her from staring into the marbled blue horizon. “It’ll be nice to be somewhere new,” Gemma grinned slightly, turning to face her travel partner.

@ali-the-thief

Ali draped his arm over the back of her seat, smirking as he looked out the foggy window. “It’ll just be nice to be off the island for a bit.” His head turned to look at the handful of other people on the ferry. “So what are we doing today--seeing where the wind takes us?”

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“Of course you did.” A breathy laugh escaped him before he let his teeth scrape the skin below her ear, his lips soothing it shortly after. “Never been better.” Ali moved back far enough to take his shirt off before he was kissing her again, his hands gripping the back of her thighs to lift her up. “I can check this off my bucket list,” he teased, his hands moving up her sides, dragging her shirt along with it.

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{ gemma }‌:

Gemma smiled into the kiss, one hand slipping around his waist, the other gripping the shelf behind her. A strange fluttering in her chest caused the girl to pull back briefly, her eyes softly surveying Ali’s pout. She was unsure of its origin, having kissed so many people before without having felt it, but forced herself to forget it for now. “I guess I’m lucky, too,” she whispered as she resumed their kiss.

When she pulled away, he gave her some space, searching her eyes for second to figure out why. Then, she kissed him again and he closed the space again, his hand curling into her hair as his other slid down to her hip. Ali let his lips move down her jaw to her neck as he mumbled against her skin, “Should I be worried if someone’s gonna walk in?”

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{ kiara }‌:

Kiara sighed, but eventually nodded at Ali’s request. She didn’t like the idea of having to prove herself to anyone, but was willing to do it if it meant partnering up with him. “Sure, no problem. Be right back.” She made her way over to the crowd and started to flirt with one of the guys. Misdirection was one of the easiest ways for her to steal from people. She took his watch and some money out of his pocket while he was distracted, then took more from his friend for good measure. She made her way back to Ali, setting the winnings on the table with a smirk. She knew she made it look easy. “There, you happy?”

He chuckled as he watched her from the corner of his eye--of course, it would’ve been too obvious to just stare at the group. Misdirection was something he’d learned after a while. When he’d first started out, he just stole something and ran--subtly wasn’t his forte when he’d first started stealing, but he’d learned eventually. As she walked back over and placed the stolen goods on the table, he quickly swiped the watch and tucked it into his pocket before standing up and nodding for her to follow. “Don’t get too cocky, kid. The first time you get cocky, you get caught. I’m not saying this to be nit-picky, I’m just trying save you some time.” He would’ve liked someone to teach him these kinds of things, but he hadn’t been so lucky. Once they turned the corner, he slipped the watch on to his wrist and looked at it. “But good job.”

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{ gemma }‌:

She quirked a brow at him, her eyes flickering between his gaze and his lips. “Is that so?” she whispered, head slightly tilted. “And what would you say that is? You believing, or you just being lucky?”

“Maybe both,” he said with a low chuckle, taking the stone from her hand to set it on the shelf beside her. With his now free hand, Ali brushed his thumb along her jaw before tilting her head up. “Definitely both.” He leaned down the last few centimeters and kissed her.

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{ kiara }‌:

“I usually take cash,” Kiara responded, “I don’t like all the extra steps that come with taking jewelry. I’d rather take out the middle man and just steal cash.” She paused, looking up at Ali. “Once you get started, you just can’t stop. I figured I might as well stop running away from the need to steal and just accept it.”

“I can’t argue with that,” he said with a shrug and a small smile. She reminded him a bit of himself when he was younger. “Tell you what.” Ali tilted his head near the crowd on the other side of his table. “Show me what you’ve got, then we can talk.”

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{ anya }‌:

Anya raised her eyebrows at him, trying not to chuckle too loudly. “That’s good to know, you must be fun to have around, then.” She took a small sip pf beer and look at the students partying all around them, feeling weirdly relaxed in this small and dingy local bar so far away from her past life and her future responsibilities. “You do look like you’re in your natural habitat.” She commented, getting comfortable in the bar stool and crossing her legs. “And what else do you do to have fun?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m the life of the party.” Ali chuckled a bit before picking up his own drink to take a sip. It was true, he was the most comfortable in places like this--it felt like these were the people he got along with the best. “It depends who you ask. Do you want a respectable answer...or the fun one?”

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{ gemma }‌:

“I am,” she began, looking down at his hand, “but not because of the stones.” Gemma didn’t flinch at his touch, though she could feel goosebumps return as he whispered. She hummed a positive response before turning to face him, their noses centimeters from each other. “I think it’s part believing, and the other part pure luck.” Gemma handed him the tourmaline. “What about you?”

“Consider me curious,” he said, his voice still low. Ali didn’t step back as she turned around, keeping them close so his gaze had to shift as he looked from one eye to the other. “I think I could be persuaded,” he said as his hand closed around Gemma’s. With one glance down to the stone in each of their hands, he smirked. “A case could be made for the tourmaline.”

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{ gemma }‌:

“October has two,” she began, holding her necklace up to show him tiny cuts of both. “Pink tourmaline…” Gemma turned to find her stash on the shelf. “Here,” she gestured to a few small stones, varying in clarity and shape. “And opal, over there. I like the opal the best, looks wise. It reminds me of the stone on… what was that show? Dragon Tales? Or was it a scale?” She shrugged. “Anyways, the opal is a creative and optimistic stone. It clears the chakra. And tourmaline is an emotional one. It represents love and can be an aphrodisiac.” A flash of a smirk turned Gemma’s lips, but it went away as she did to find her favorite of each.

“Two? Well, aren’t you special.” He chuckled lowly, reaching a hand out to brush his thumb against the stones of her necklace, though he let it drop as she turned to look at more stones. Once she mentioned Dragon Tales, he couldn’t help but laught, but however quickly he was amused, it was shifted into curiosity as Gemma mentioned what the stones represented and were used for. He moved behind her to see what she was looking at, one hand resting on her hip as he reached over her shoulder to place the aquamarine stone back with the others. “And do you believe it,” he all but whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed her ear. “That these stones help with all that?”

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